Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Liechtenstein and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Neu! to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bizarre Inc.,
Albert Ayler,
Slave,
Buzzcocks,
Robert Görl,
Mantronix,
Audionom,
Lou Christie,
Ten City,
Sunsets and Hearts,
K-Klass,
Eli Mardock,
Alice Coltrane,
Magazine,
Das Ding,
Anthony Braxton,
The Birthday Party,
EPMD,
Whodini,
Howard Jones,
Tomorrow,
Sister Nancy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Todd Rundgren,
Black Moon,
Hasil Adkins,
Pylon,
Tubeway Army,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
B.T. Express,
Mission of Burma,
Dennis Brown,
Urselle,
Don Cherry,
Country Teasers,
Godley & Creme,
Monolake,
Reuben Wilson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Moss Icon,
Can,
Swans,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Soft Cell,
OOIOO,
The Gun Club,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ice-T,
The Moody Blues,
Derrick Morgan,
Idris Muhammad,
The Fugs,
the Swans,
Interpol,
Little Man,
Ultra Naté,
Nick Fraelich,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.